Ode To A Vice President Poem by Natasa To

She rose from Oakland's morning sun,

A daughter of journeys, of dreams begun—

With fire of justice in her steady stride,

Against the weight of history's tide.



A trail unfurled in halls of law,

From city streets to senator's awe;

Breaking ceilings made of doubt,

With each bold voice and fearless shout.



Then to the nation's second seat she came,

First woman, first of color to stake that name;

In Senate halls she cast the vote—

Where ties were tied, and hope she wrote.



She spoke for rights, for all to stand—

For every voice across the land;

In border talks and ballots cast,

She worked to shape a future vast.



Not flawless found, nor free of fight,

But persistent in her guiding light;

Her story lives in doors unlatched,

In paths where others once were matched.



Though time may shift and chapters turn,

The hopes she held, in many burn—

For justice, access, dignity—

A promise of what might yet be.